I Don't Know What To Do

I Don't Know What To Do

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There's this indescribable ache in my chest when I think about it, a void that could suck me in at any moment. How do I tell him? How do I tell this man what is happening to me, when I don't even know myself? The pain only gets worse as time goes, yet I flash a bright smile at everyone I see, hoping - praying- that they don't see the shattered soul I hide behind my dull brown eyes. Hoping that they can't see the crown of self-hatred that weighs down my shoulders, pushing each step I take further into the quick sand beneath my feet. I need to tell him, tell them, tell someone before the quicksand swallows me whole and the void in my soul consumes my every being. status: completed parts: 1 word count: 3,684
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I woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. And in a body that isn't mine. The city around me is in ruins-silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments-whispers of a promise I can't remember making. But something is wrong. The world feels... stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn't. Time bends in ways I can't explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes-this isn't just about me. There's something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting. If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else? When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?

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